“You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. “He fell over at my feet,” she continued. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. But the offences I have committed are venial in comparison with what I should commit were I to wed your father. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room.
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